For a socially anxious introvert that works from home and may now be slightly agoraphobic... well, that's a fate worse than death.
My super charming and extroverted husband has secured his spot in our new community, earning us invites to multiple holiday soirees. It's been a while since I've had to put my social game face on.
Man, this means I'm going to have to find something to wear that isn't a runDisney race t-shirt and yoga pants. Should I bring a gift? Bake something? Can I bring my dog? Show them just how inappropriate I can be with a rousing game of Cards Against Humanity? Can I leave early? Can I come up with a good excuse not to go?
I don't know. Maybe Siri knows.
I'm exhausted just thinking about it all. There just isn't enough alcohol in the world to get me through the day.
Maybe I'm thinking about this all wrong. Maybe this is exactly what I need right now. Maybe I'll meet someone that can help me figure out what I want to do with my life. Or become a new running buddy. Or at least go see Rogue One with me when it comes out next week.
You totally got this, Nicole.
Imma go get my Christmas on. In the meantime, here's something I found at CVS:
Really, they can just brand anything Star Wars now, and people like me will buy it.